Where would we be without the mothers of the world?
To illustrate a life’s journey. To breathe in our sweetness. And behold our infinite innocence.
What a rare and sacred privilege, to look into a set of eyes and see nothing but wonder.
And ferocious love.
It lives in every mother in every photograph I’ve ever taken.
Not because it was a fleeting moment captured.
But because it is always there.
Unapologetic, consuming, insatiable love.
To all the mothers who’ve shared such tender moments with me and my camera.
The day I watched someone become a mother was nothing short of incredible.
To all of the mothers in my life – thank you.
Happy Mother’s Day.
Top (Grandma Betty June and Ma-in-law White)
Center (My mom and Grandma Ida)
Bottom (My sister Candace and my second mom)